Chapter509
"Emily, let’s face it, life without Oliver is going to be tougher than before. Although I’m now in a better position than before, above most models, I’m nothing when it comes to money and power. I can’t afford to miss this chance," Natalie said. As long as she was careful, no one would notice anything out of the ordinary. She would not slip up.
…
At Rosewood Estate.
"Marjorie, the information you requested has arrived," Liam whispered, presenting an iPad.
Marjorie adjusted her reading glasses, expecting a load of information, but all that greeted her was a single line of text.
“Isn’t Natalie a top model now? Why is there only one gala tonight? That’s it?”
"Have you forgotten? Natalie injured her leg. It has just healed, so she’s not fully returned to work yet,” Liam said.
"Oh, that’s right!" Marjorie mused. Then, she called Oliver, saying, "Oliver, there’s a charity gala tonight. I need you to snap up something for me."
"Just tell Jamie what you want," Oliver responded. He rarely attended such events himself.
"Oliver, are you my grandson, or is Jamie my grandson? I want something from the auction, and you’re sending an assistant? Can’t you do it yourself?” Marjorie sounded displeased.
"No," Oliver replied curtly, unyielding.
Fuming, Marjorie hung up.
Before long, Jamie arrived at Rosewood Estate to inquire about the gala's details and what Marjorie wanted.
"Madam Windsor, I am—"
"Hush!"
Jamie gulped. "Understood."
Marjorie looked at him frostily. Despite her kindly appearance, she had a fiery temper. When she calmed down a little, she tossed him a card and said, “This is the venue of the gala. Natalie is attending. You understand, right?”
Jamie was puzzled. However, whatever Marjorie’s intention was, he had a message to convey.
…
Upon arriving at the company, Jamie looked for Oliver.
“Sir, the gala will be attended by fashion elites. There’s a good chance Natalie will be attending. What do you…”
Jamie was silenced by an icy glare.
Oliver said indifferently, “Her attendance has nothing to do with me.”
"Sorry, Sir, I overstepped," Jamie mumbled, bowing his head as he made for the door.
Before he could reach it, Oliver's voice stopped him.
“What gala is it?”
Jamie smirked inwardly. Then, he said respectfully, “I’ll get you the invitation. Whether you attend or not, is naturally up to you, Sir.”
Oliver received invitations to events like this all the time, but only the most prestigious ones reached his desk. This charity event was initially on the chopping block.
Oliver nodded, and as Jamie reached the door, he added, "Jamie, it’s time for a raise in your quarterly bonus. Talk to HR about it."
"Thank you, sir," Jamie responded, surprised.
Stepping out of the office, Jamie was promptly teased by the secretarial staff, "Jamie, why are you smiling? I thought the boss chewed you out?”
“Nope, I got a raise!”
"That’s great news!" said the secretary.
Jamie hummed vaguely in response. The fact that he got rewarded because of a small tip-off made Oliver and Natalie’s situation very clear.
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